posted on Apr, 5 2016 @ 01:27 AM
My Mother finally explained why my brother stayed little and didn't grow into a man. Behind a shelf in the back of the pantry is a little door. It's
been so many years since I've seen or used that little door. It opens up into the backyard where a mound my Mother fenced off with a little white
fence. I vaguely remember spending time on that mound until I was seven and things happened I could hardly explain... until My Mother in her old age
finally opened up and I began to remember...
I was just three years old when I found the little door, with its oval top and carved engravings. It was just a little taller than me and I held the
porcelain handle, painted with a heart and a cat, it opened easily for me. This was strange as I remember my Father showing me how the door doesn't
open... but when I wandered by my self one day into the pantry it opened and I went to the grassy mound in the backyard. I remember stepping on a
clump of grass... that's when I met the angry Little Person... and sealed my families fate... for once you step on the wrong clump of grass... things
can only seem to go well... but don't really.
The little person had on deep forest green pants, brown boots and a red cap, ''Why did you step there! Someone lives under there!... Don't just
stare!... Answer me!''
"Who is under my foot?'' I stepped aside and looked down to see a teeny little person, the size of a milk bottle, wearing only leaves and looking
His little voice spoke to the larger of the two little people, ''What should we do to this young human!?''
"Don't do anything to me! It was an accident, I'm sorry.'' I said. My knees felt wobbly and I was feeling ashamed and scared of these Little
The one in the red cap spoke to me, "My wife needs some work. Ask your Mother and Father if My wife, Tilia can work, sweeping up and tending to the
dust in your home and my friend of the clump grass will do you no harm.''
"Okay I will go ask her"' I said and ran back through the little door to get my Mother in the kitchen. My mother seemed to be expecting something
of this nature when I told her what was going on.
"so, you opened the little door, did you? Well tell the Kind Ones they are welcome in my home to work and will be given one bowl of porridge with a
bit of cream every day for the wife and she can bring a bit of grain home to their family too.''
This was just the beginning... to be continued.